Mobile versionThen the most interesting thing happened in this rather sad story (well, for me for sure). After sex, she went to wash herself, and I began rummaging through her purse (more like a large bag). Among the rubbish such as perfumes, cosmetics, and other nonsense, I found: condoms, two large packages, both started (we didn’t use them), some tubes with different lubricants, a second switched off phone, and the most interesting find - a notebook.
The notebook turned out to be something like a diary, or rather an account book. It started like this:
"A certain Vasya", lived there, phone number, knocked off his virginity, dated for half a year, sometimes fucked... Blah blah blah. I realized what it was, and took it to read, went to the toilet... At first there was a lot of interesting things there. Like:
X. Dima, met at a disco, fucked in the car. So-so.
X. Petya, we met at karaoke, we had a blowjob in the toilet. Goat, ran all over his hair.
X. Vania. We met at the club, fucked in the VIP room, in the sauna at his house. We dated for three weeks. Good in bed, with money.
X. Seryozha, tall brunette. Big dick, somewhere. 25 cm. Couldn’t swallow. Cool sex. Anal. We meet sometimes.
Х. Tolya, major. No sex. Constantly wants anal. We were in the sauna 5 times.
Blah blah blah... Having read up to 30, I already ate...
Half of them were one-time sex, a disco, a bar, they gave me a ride in a car, two or three - hooking up at other people’s weddings. Two nicknames, as I understand it, take turns in the car... Bartender. I read until I was 50, but I couldn’t find myself... ((
There was another teacher who helped my friend pass a test or something else.
I read further, and went crazy... My throat was dry.
I found myself at number... Number 84.
((((84 your mother. Even though she wrote about me that I good in bed, I know how to use a dick, and so on, but the list ended at number 91... I’m dating her, and she managed to fuck with as many as 7 guys. With such a list, she still didn’t have enough on the list. was my friend.
Realizing what I had read, I felt really bad. I left the toilet and went to her. I asked her what the hell this was?!? I told her to fuck off, slapped her in the face and left. To say that I was devastated would be an understatement... Thoughts came into my head that with so many partners she had, my chances of dying from AIDS were higher than catching them. flu. I dialed a few friends on the phone and we gathered at the bar. I was shaking when I talked about the notebook. They fucking just sympathized with me and encouraged me. We got completely drunk and it was hard to digest. After 2 days, I already visited the venereologist and took tests, telling him everything. He was not very surprised by what he heard; he took tests from me for everything possible. When I came for the results, I couldn’t believe that I only had chlamydia. I never thought that I would be so happy to hear such a diagnosis, considering what I could have contracted from such a scam.
I couldn’t come to my senses for a long time, considering that this was my third “girlfriend”. But on the other hand, there was little that could surprise or shock me in sex in the future.
If I had photographed this “masterpiece” and posted it here, then all 100,000 subscribers would have been sick of reading it.
